Let's Get Phys-- I mean, Philosophical.

[telekinesis_kills]

Danny is sitting cross-legged, rather solidly settled into one of the beanbag chairs scattered around the Plaza. He's watching people go about their business, just observing the ebb and flow of the foot traffic around him. At a certain angle, one might be able to see a faint pink glow around his body, which occasionally seems to sink a little deeper into his skin, and then back out again.

"I know what I ought to do," he says aloud. "Find a way back home, report on this new discovery, kick the actual decision-making upstairs to the higher ups, and wait for new orders."

Danny sighs, and it's almost like his body is pressed into his seat a bit more, as though by some large unseen hand. "Nobody knows that I'm here. And if it's true that we can come and go as we please... is anything stopping me from just... going a little later?"

He's probably going to do what he ought to do, all his training and experience tells him so, and yet...

He looks up, with a thoughtful frown on his face. "Is it selfish to want some time for myself?"

Hey, new ideas are fun, right?

[stark_ravingmad]

Tony was pleased with the new modifications to his suit. He'd already had a sound system of sorts built into his previous suits but this one was enhanced with FRIDAY now acting like a virtual playlist. All Tony needed to do was use eye movements inside his visor to change tracks and blare out some awesome tunes from his "Boombox" located on the underside of his suit just below his Arc Reactor.

Right now, the philanthropist workaholic was doing some stunts mid-air just above the Plaza, blasting out Highway to Hell by AC-DC. Maybe this was a wink to the angel he was currently dating. Either way, Tony loved to show off and create a scene everywhere he went. Aiming his suit downwards like a rocket he shot down towards the Plaza, activating his dampening boosters, slowing himself down to land with a soft "thunk" onto the ground below.

"Well, the test was a success, FRIDAY. The Boombox MkII did it's job. Of course you did too. Although, the volume and pitch need a bit of adjustment---"

FRIDAY'S voice perking up in it's usual feminine voiced tone;

"Of course, Mister Stark. But I do recommend you take a good eight hours sleep from now on---"

Tony waved off FRIDAY'S comment and instead fiddled around with a holographic display lighting up from his arm before retracting his visor, looking around. He realised his music was still blasting out and this caused him to smirk as he paused the volume suddenly, hoping he hadn't woken anyone up. The Nexus residents were chill with all of this anyway, right? Slumping himself into a nearby chair with a "thump" he looked up at the sky and paused to think. Did he need a break? A vacation? Lately Tony was just working constantly on his suits, not even sleeping some nights because he was so involved in what he was doing. Old habits died hard.

"I'm busting my balls on suits and I know I should really take it easy because Hot-Wings will burn my ass if he knew. Maybe I need a vacation. Or maybe I should take up a new hobby. What are everyone's hobbies here?"